A taste of Strictly Personal...

Strictly Personal won't be out on Valentine's Day, unfortunately.
It will probably be after the weekend.

SO, to give you a taste of what's to come....

“So…. which one would you like?”
Ed stared at Colin, who met him with a smile. “What?”
Colin pointed to the strippers who were walking around the club, chatting with guys at the bar or at the tables. “Pick the one you’d like to give you a lapdance.” Colin leaned closer. “And just so we’re clear, it will be in a VIP box.” The colored lights caught in his eyes.
Bloody ’ell. Ed couldn’t deny the idea turned him on, but still… He shook his head. “That’d feel a bit weird, to be honest.” It would feel like he was cheating on Colin.
Colin’s smile widened. “Oh, you won’t be alone. I’ll be there too, enjoying it right along with you.” He moved to brush his lips against Ed’s ear, and a shiver rippled through Ed. “Think of it as revving your engine. I want you all hot and bothered, ready for when we get back to our room.”
Ed barked out a laugh. “Since when do I need much encouragement to get ready to fuck you? All I ’ave to do is look at you.” Colin laughed. Ed glanced at the packed club floor, then back to Colin. “You’re serious, aren’t ya?”
Colin nodded. “It’ll be a new experience for both of us, something we wouldn’t do alone. But together? That’s different.” He flicked his head toward the club floor. “So…. choose.”
Ed bit his lip and gazed at the guys who were mingling with the clients. “Nah, they’re all really young, Col. None of ’em do it for me.” He smiled. “You know how I feel about twinks. It was a nice idea, though.”
Colin arched his eyebrows. “Oh? I’d have thought he was just your type.” He gestured with his head and Ed followed the movement. A tall, well-built guy was leaning against the bar, wide chested, lean, taut belly and strong powerful thighs. He seemed older than the others, maybe in his late twenties. He wore a pair of dark blue boxer briefs. And yeah, definitely more Ed’s type.
Fuck, Colin knows my tastes. The realization warmed him. Colin knew him, all of him.
“Well?”
Ed observed the stripper, his mind in a whirl. He still couldn’t believe Colin had even suggested such a thing. He wanted to say yes but he couldn’t get the words out. Suddenly Colin put his arms around him and pulled him close.
“This is just you and me, doing something sexy, something fun. I guarantee all it will be for him is just one more in a long line of lapdances. This is what he does.” Colin kissed him on the mouth. “He’s gonna dance for you and you can touch him anywhere you like, you can—”
“No kissin’,” Ed said abruptly, his heart pounding. Colin met his gaze and nodded. That was something too intimate, too personal. That was just for him and Colin. But the idea of a sexy man dancing for him, Colin there too… He took a deep breath. “Okay, yeah. Him.” He gave a shaky laugh. “You weren’t kiddin’, were ya, when you said you were continuin’ my Ed-ucation?”
Colin tightened his arms around Ed. “And while he’s dancing for you, I’ll be…enjoying myself.” There was a wicked glint in his eyes.
Ed let out a groan. “Fuck, you can be an evil sod sometimes.”


The men of the Personal series are back!